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You'd thought that you were used to the weird shit going on inside of NRC. After six overblots, multiple fights with students who wielded more magic than anything you could possibly hope to muster, and some very weird external events with a lovestruck ghost and strangely possessive fairies, you truly thought that you were prepared for anything. Late at night, looking at the severed left arm of Azul Ashengrotto laying on the carpeted floor of the VIP room just a few feet in front of you, you came to the realization that you weren't. (or in other words, you love azul just as much as he hates himself)
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